My mother used to sing "Around the Corner" in the 1940s, with some other phrase (maybe "sugar daddy") in place of "gallant soldier". It was an infinite song -- you went straight back from "it was nice" to "around the corner". I suspect it is a good deal older than WW II.

A tale in journalistic circles (possibly apocryphal) has it that at the old New York _Graphic_, a story about an escapee from an asylum who committed a rape was barely prevented, by a vigilant editor, from appearing under the headline "Nut Bolts and Screws". Ick.